[There must have been a point, during those weeks they were all there together, when Ghastly stole off by himself with Anton's tablet. The file isn't exactly hidden, but it's not well-labeled either -- 'ghastly.mp4' sits in a back corner of the hard drive, without even an illuminating thumbnail. Hopefully, Erskine's curiosity will eventually lead him to it.]
In case you're wondering, I feel ridiculous.
[That is what happens when you record video messages for a... for an Erskine and are, effectively, talking to yourself for several minutes in a back corner of the Hotel at the terribly early rear end of the morning.]
[Ghastly's face twists in a familiar wry grimace, and he shakes his head.]
It's still weird, Anton with a tablet. I never thought he'd concede to the twentieth century, let alone the twenty-first...
[He exhales through his nose, amused, and stops dodging what he started this for.]
Right. First up, Erskine, you're an idiot. See, now you have a handy reminder. Go ahead and replay it if you need to, I'll wait.
Second: you're still our idiot. Do me a favor and remember that.
[Ghastly's smile is wobbly, but it's there, pulling at his scars in a way that used to be easier.]
[If he knew this was the last he might say to Erskine, what would he want to make sure was said?]
[...emotions are very, very difficult.]
Look, what's done is done, right? That's enough. Make the best of Keeliai, even if there's a lot less ordering people around.
We'll see each other again.
[Whether it's here, or in whatever comes after: and if it's the latter, don't make it too speedy, Erskine. Ghastly sighs, passes a hand across his eyes and then back over his head, making the tablet wobble dangerously with the habitual gesture since he is no longer holding it two-handed.]
I'm assuming you've got the loom sorted by now. It's a good piece-- should last you a while, if you remember how to take care of it.
[There follows a brief divergence on loom maintenance, which sounds suspiciously like Ghastly is talking for the sake of talking. Erskine was a weaver, after all, and definitely seems to remember enough about the trade. But it's words and voice and absent gestures as he talks and then remembers he's still holding a tablet, and it's more than possible that Ghastly doesn't know what else to say, is counting on Erskine and the understanding they used to have to pick some deeper emotion out of it.]
[He winds down eventually, and winds up just staring at the camera for more than a few seconds, trying to figure out where he was going and what else to say.]
...I should be down at the shelter in half an hour, anyway. I...
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a recorded message left on Anton's tablet, discoverable at Erskine's leisure
Date: 2016-05-27 05:03 am (UTC)In case you're wondering, I feel ridiculous.
[That is what happens when you record video messages for a... for an Erskine and are, effectively, talking to yourself for several minutes in a back corner of the Hotel at the terribly early rear end of the morning.]
[Ghastly's face twists in a familiar wry grimace, and he shakes his head.]
It's still weird, Anton with a tablet. I never thought he'd concede to the twentieth century, let alone the twenty-first...
[He exhales through his nose, amused, and stops dodging what he started this for.]
Right. First up, Erskine, you're an idiot. See, now you have a handy reminder. Go ahead and replay it if you need to, I'll wait.
Second: you're still our idiot. Do me a favor and remember that.
[Ghastly's smile is wobbly, but it's there, pulling at his scars in a way that used to be easier.]
[If he knew this was the last he might say to Erskine, what would he want to make sure was said?]
[...emotions are very, very difficult.]
Look, what's done is done, right? That's enough. Make the best of Keeliai, even if there's a lot less ordering people around.
We'll see each other again.
[Whether it's here, or in whatever comes after: and if it's the latter, don't make it too speedy, Erskine. Ghastly sighs, passes a hand across his eyes and then back over his head, making the tablet wobble dangerously with the habitual gesture since he is no longer holding it two-handed.]
I'm assuming you've got the loom sorted by now. It's a good piece-- should last you a while, if you remember how to take care of it.
[There follows a brief divergence on loom maintenance, which sounds suspiciously like Ghastly is talking for the sake of talking. Erskine was a weaver, after all, and definitely seems to remember enough about the trade. But it's words and voice and absent gestures as he talks and then remembers he's still holding a tablet, and it's more than possible that Ghastly doesn't know what else to say, is counting on Erskine and the understanding they used to have to pick some deeper emotion out of it.]
[He winds down eventually, and winds up just staring at the camera for more than a few seconds, trying to figure out where he was going and what else to say.]
...I should be down at the shelter in half an hour, anyway. I...
Be well, Erskine.